If and when I have a thought, and have ten minutes in the office, I might write mildly diverting thoughts here: about new media in real life, about the web, about the future. But mostly, I think, I'll just wiffle about nothing.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I'm a cultured kinda person. I like terribly dry music, and thoughtful art, and stately television, and Radios and BBC 4s. I like my laughs intellectual and clever clever, not dumb and crass. I have a loathing of American Teen Grossout comedies. I despise South Park.

But I have a filthy little secret. Sometimes, when I think no-one is looking, I degrade myself by wallowing in Low Culture. It makes me feel dirty and transgressive and wrong. I enjoy the guilt.

I debase myself, and I love it.

I like wrestling, and the comedy output of Jack Black.

I like oiled men in spandex, and I *adored* Heat Vision and Jack. Men with mullets faking fights make me... well, flustered. And I have watched a Ben Stiller product and laughed.

There. I've admitted it.

Imagine, then, the ammount of wiping up I had to do after I was sent this:

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About Me

Portly noo-meejah product manager with a liking for gin and ladies. Oh, and a boy. Just the one.
Fond of eating,
Prone to being too serious,
Optimistic (mostly),
Solipsistic,
Nowhere near as interesting as you might think,
A wobbly speller (sorry).